Chapter 47: Esports Player Lu Mingfei

I’d almost forgotten—you’ve always been good at tricking girls.

Three thousand black silks stirred gently with the scorching air current; clad in a white robe, her demeanor was cold and serene, like a pure lotus of the mortal world, her slender waist like a willow leaf.

Xun’er, you know me.

In the Infinite Fire Realm, Xiao Yan reached out his arm and drew the beauty close.

I’ve always been quite honest.

Gu Xun’er, mistress of the Fire Realm, leaned against Xiao Yan’s shoulder and complained:

A big liar, a little liar.

Xiao Yan tenderly stroked the hair of the beauty in his arms—he owed Xun’er too much.

If possible, he truly wished he could have spent more time with her in the past.

The world offers no perfect solution; if he didn’t strive hard in cultivation, how could he ever be worthy of Xun’er, and protect his loved ones amid the tides?

“Have you found out?” Gu Xun’er asked softly: “That unknown thing that appeared on your past self.”

“Perhaps it’s an opportunity,” Xiao Yan paused, then said: “I once thought the Lord of Dominance was the peak of the Grand Heaven Realm—we, Mu Chen, and Lin Dong searched for countless years and never found a path beyond.”

“Can that thing help you break through?”

“I don’t know,” Xiao Yan denied—the tool for cross-world communication lacks such power.

“Could there be some conspiracy behind it?”

“Impossible to determine… but I saw a trace and a void.”

The Lord of Dominance, protected and favored by the consciousness of the Grand Heaven Realm, can rewind time across the Grand Heaven and Minor Heaven Realms, observe past spacetimes, make subtle changes to the past, and form divergent branches.

Their names are already recorded on the Azure Sky List; any possibility existing within the Grand Heaven Realm or its related Minor Heaven Realms will eventually converge upon them from the past.

“Among the people who were with my past self, there was a past incarnation above the Lord of Dominance,” Xiao Yan recalled—the moment he used himself as a medium to trace the origins of that group, a gaze had crossed endless layers of time and fixed upon him.

“Not ruling over past, present, and future, but existing outside of time… no, incomprehensible.”

Just one glance, and Xiao Yan understood: that being could awaken at any moment, in any timeline, in peak form.

“Awaken” isn’t quite accurate—it is the very concept of existence. Any timeline, any possible world, any version of him is the same being, indistinguishable.

He is both audience and actor—the difference lies only in whether he chooses to awaken and join the present plot.

“There’s another person I can’t fathom—he seems to carry something.”

That man, Su Lin, seemed to exist, yet also not exist—his state was strange. The matters entangled with him were likely many, possibly tied to some being’s scheme.

Another existence had left faint traces, but the being seemed to deliberately avoid him—he dared not investigate too deeply.

You’re being overly cautious—we’re all group members. Why not just meet and chat?

Beyond the Grand Heaven Realm, countless other worlds exist, where risk and opportunity coexist.

“Regardless, at least we’ve learned one thing,” Xiao Yan smiled: “The road ahead is still very long.”

“What road is so long?” Cai Lin toyed with an empty bottle—she had come to ask Xiao Yan to refine some pills: “Did I interrupt you?”

“No, Cai Lin, you came at the perfect time,” Xiao Yan opened his other arm.

Water Mirror Peak

Ye Fan found this absurd—the parallel worlds truly held nothing strange.

Someone had crossed star systems to collect parking fees, chasing from Earth to Beidou.

What kind of bizarre timeline is this…

Forget it.

The future version of myself won’t even show his face—boring.

After the novelty wore off, Ye Fan handed the Great Expansion Pearl to Lu Mingfei.

“….”

Lu Mingfei no longer wanted to use this thing—if his parallel self did something embarrassing, Lu Mingfei would truly die of social death across worlds.

Maybe I should just skip it…

Yeah, forget it.

The parallel version of myself is what it is—I’m a cultivator now, a cultivator, for heaven’s sake—could the parallel Lu Mingfei even do that?

One hand holding the chat group, the other holding the cultivation method—while other versions of me were still gaming, I’d already begun training. Have you ever seen Lu Mingfei at 3 a.m. in Cassel? Actually, I haven’t either.

“You’re not backing down, are you?” Su Lin’s voice was quiet, but audible to all: “I went out of my way to pull out my most precious treasure to fulfill your wish.”

Lu Mingfei felt a chain of guilt bind his hand, preventing him from putting down the Great Expansion Pearl.

“Xiao Yan openly showed his romantic history—no one’s going to back down, right?”

Don’t feel competitive, Lu Mingfei—competition is a bad habit.

“No way, no way, no one would really…”

Before he finished speaking, brilliant light appeared in Lu Mingfei’s palm.

Lu Mingfei’s face turned ashen—he could only pray that his other selves had some dignity, didn’t do anything outrageous. Please, don’t let him be seen bleeding from the nose over his senior sister’s photos.

“How can you lose with a dragon on your face!”

“Raise the cup! Lu Mingfei!”

In a venue, several computers sat on stage; the audience below cheered loudly for Lu Mingfei.

His youthful innocence still unshed, face glowing with excitement and pride, the young man raised a trophy, roaring amid the cheers of his teammates and coach.

Boom—

Boom—

Confetti fluttered through the air; in the interview footage, Lu Mingfei held the championship trophy, tears streaming down his face.

“An esports player?!”

Right—so I could’ve taken this path after all. No need to attend Cassel Academy—I could’ve become a pro esports streamer and make money.

I’m jealous…

Watching his own image on screen, Lu Mingfei thought this timeline’s version of himself must be living well—no need to get tangled up with dragons.

Compared to the first two people’s parallel worlds, Lu Mingfei’s reflected timeline was far simpler—no cultivation, no struggle, just an ordinary life.

Perhaps ordinariness is the only answer.

Switch.

Lu Mingfei shifted his intent—the scene changed.

He silently thought: Just show them two more timelines to kill time.

He glanced longingly at the food simmering in the pot, then scanned the others present.

Everyone was waiting to watch some entertainment with their meals.

“Please, other me—show some pride!”

The sky was gold—not naturally gold, but stained gold by something.

A golden canopy, vast enough to blot out sun and sky, golden leaves drifted slowly down with the breeze.

What a colossal golden trunk—medieval Western-style cities looked tiny before this towering giant tree.

Upon the throne of supremacy, a figure sat quietly, expression unreadable, gazing silently ahead.

Kleen stared at the scene, lips parted, then silent—his gaze flickered between Lu Mingfei and the image reflected by the Great Expansion Pearl.